Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dry Wind Mountain
Ji Weiliang felt as if he was playing a game, and these monsters were just part of the copy.
The slightly cool and slightly shiny silk thread floated beside Ji Weiliang, and she numbly raised the long knife, her mind was still a piece of mush.
"Ha,This copy shouldn't be difficult.,Hmm,I really want to Baidu a strategy!" Ji Weiliang was still out of the state, "Ah, why is there no search interface?" Baidu can't do it, then just take out the sword moves that you usually practice, the first move, Ying Long Xianyue! ”
Ji Weiliang actually thinks it's very unreasonable, why does she have a boss brush at the beginning, can't she be a little Buddha? Isn't farming bad? This game is really not fun, let's retire after fighting this boss!
"Qiuhai Lingbo, ahno, that's the magic of flying, then, ahhhh Ji Weiliang was dealing with the Yan Dragon Mutant who was about to break out of the seal, and he was in a fugue.
There were several burns on her body, and there was a faint smell of barbecued meat, but she didn't feel pain, but felt that it was time to take blood medicine.
There is no way that his thinking has just been disrupted by the hatred cloud and the red line, and now Ji Weiliang's brain is only left with instinctive reactions, and he even forgot that he is a book wearer.
In order to rationalize everything she sees, memory naturally makes Ji Weiliang feel that she is playing a game.
'The moon shadow is frosty, and the blue flowers are dancing. ’
Listening to the words in his ear, Ji Weiliang waved his sword move according to those words, and the scarred long knife Liangwei still believed that Ji Weiliang would live and die with her forever!
'The screen dances to catch the moon and the cold spring. ’
Ji Weiliang listened to the strategy prompts and continued to attack, although Yan Longbian did not completely leave the spirit attraction array, he also had the ability to resist, the bull's head was crooked, and he spit out a ball of fire, and went straight to Ji Weiliang's face door.
As an ordinary person, the normal reaction must be to protect his face, and Ji Weiliang did the same.
However, a sudden chill came over me.
The invisible line dragged Ji Weiliang, flew out of the shallow fish forest in an instant, and fell into the mirror lake, in the water, Ji Weiliang vaguely saw a human figure, the person sank to the bottom of the water, trapped by a cloud of black and red algae-like things, just like the kind of bloodworms that raise fish, gathered into a big group.
"Wow!" Ji Weiliang was so disgusted that he was instantly frightened and came back to his senses, and immediately floated up, and at a glance, he saw a human hand.
This guy isn't a water ghost, is he?
Surfacing, Ji Weiliang looked at the shallow fish forest that was on fire, and then thought about the figure that was still struggling under the mirror lake, she finally remembered.
She's not playing a game, she's really crossed! Now she's fighting the Flame Dragon!
Looking back, there is a sea of zombies, and at the foot is a person who is entangled in something unknown about his life and death, and in front of him is a demon beast that is about to break free from the seal......
"Ji Weiliang, aren't you a genius on the first day in Yuezhou...... Yes, now, I am Ji Weiliang. ”
Looking up at the sky, the corners of Ji Weiliang's eyes were red, and before the tears fell, he took a deep breath and sank into the cold mirror lake again.
Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, there is no truth or falsehood, she is Ji Weiliang!
Who is that man? Is that man dead?
Ji Weiliang didn't want to ask.
She'll save him, that's all!
She can't ignore the passing of others!
Anyway, the hatred cloud has been solved, and the success of eliminating the Yanlong Mutant does not have to be in me, saving people is more important.
Stretching out his hand towards the disgusting and wriggling thing, hugging the dying human form in the cold bones, the mother needle of the rose needle trembled slightly, and Ji Weiliang instantly knew the identity of that person.
Even if the man was entangled in those disgusting, red and black nematode-like aquatic plants.
Ji Weiliang said secretly, why is this kid again.
This kid is that kid?
Of course it's that little blind man!
What can be reconciled with Ji Weiliang's rose mother needle will only be a derived sub-needle, and not long after Ji Weiliang got the rose needle, he used it twice, and the second time was the ten thousand sword used to fight the clouds.
So the unlucky guy in this mess must be the little blind man.
"Liangwei." No matter when, Ji Weiliang always believes in his coolness.
Liang Wei penetrated the lake, and once again, returned to Ji Weiliang's hands without hesitation, even though it was now full of cracks.
With the stimulation of spiritual power, Liang Weiguang triumphed, and it dragged Ji Weiliang and tried its best to rush out of the mirror lake.
"Don't you care about Yanlong?" The faint voice had a tired and childish smile, like a coquette.
"Save you, I'll go!" Ji Weiliang is still hard-mouthed.
"With Autumn Sea Lingbo?" It turned out that just now, it was Ling Jinxi who was reminding Ji Weiliang what sword move to use.
"Laughing fart!" Ji Weiliang squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, the sky was dark, and the long night was coming to an end, it was the hope of life.
Ling Jinxi didn't expect that Ji Weiliang would really come to save him, countless desperate situations, he insisted on himself and endured it.
He knows that no matter how much others want to help him, everything needs to be faced by himself after all, he can cry, he can hurt, but he has to stand up by himself after all.
Just like at this moment, in his mind, there is a desperate struggle in countless human nature...... Ji Weiliang couldn't help him, he fainted.
The black and red silk threads were wrapped around Ji Weiliang, and when she regained consciousness, she naturally had love and hatred, unless she entered the heaven and earth synaesthesia again, otherwise she would be like Ling Jinxi, and she would be forever entangled by these things to death.
"Is this a cloud of hate? How did the hated cloud become like this, I thought it was ...... Did you help me control the clouds of hate? How are you doing now? How can I save you? Ji Weiliang was very anxious, hesitated, and took out his last Yuxiao Pill.
There is only one pill, and you may be able to live if you eat it, but what about this kid?
And Ling Jinxi has been lost in the boundless sea of suffering, his cultivation is not as good as Ji Weiliang, and now he has fainted, and he is already determined.
Under the clouds of hatred, how many people want to protect, but in the end they turn against each other, and how many people become selfish for the sake of righteousness?
Anyway, this kid must have helped her, and nine times out of ten he is hating clouds, if this kid dies, what if hating clouds escapes again? Wouldn't that be a waste of all your efforts?
"Alas, if it weren't for you, maybe I would have died in the clouds of hatred, and this Jade Xiao Pill would have been repaid to you."
The palm spiritual power flowed, and towards the induction of the rose needle, Ji Weiliang beat the Yuxiao Pill into the cloud of hatred.
After doing this, Ji Weiliang's spiritual power was not much left, but now although the hatred cloud is gone, there is a tide of corpses underneath, not to mention that there is a Yanlong change in front of him.
Ji Weiliang looked at Mirror Lake, do you want to put this kid back to the bottom of the lake?
"Ahhhh Wouldn't it be nice if we could throw this guy away in the Dry Wind Mountain? ”
At this moment, a rose mother needle in his body suddenly lost control and pierced into Ji Weiliang's eyeballs, and with the overflow of blood, at this moment, Ji Weiliang finally found Dry Wind Mountain!